"Miss Wang, why do you keep your sword wrapped in black cloth?" Mo Xian asked as he sat down against a tree about two meters away from Wang Jingyuan. "It is an exquisite piece of craftsmanship and seems to me like a weapon of the highest tier. Don't martial artists like to show off their weapons, especially one as good as yours?"
He watched as Wang Jingyuan paused her movements before continuing to wrap her sword with the cloth. "It draws a lot of attention," she finally said. "I don't want any trouble."
Mo Xian could hear the caution in her voice. Wang Jingyuan's guard was up. But he was curious about her and her life before he met her. "You mean, trouble from other sects?"
